Here's my newest story... Are you excited? It's musicalverse, but it's slightly AU. I'm not going into detail here, because the things that have been changed should be pretty apparent as the fic goes on. It starts after I'm Not That Girl, but before One Short Day.
Just a warning... this chapter is a little sexual, however most of this story is not. At all. So don't be too frightened off by it.
His touch made her go weak in the knees. She felt ridiculous even as she thought it, but the feeling of his lips against hers made her head spin. She was sure she would collapse if the handsome Prince's arms were not wrapped around her, pinning her between his body and the wall. He broke their kiss so he could trail his lips along her cheek, over to her neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive skin there. She heard a soft whimper come from her throat. "Elphaba," he whispered her name softly, letting his lips skim her ear, then moving further down to her collar bone.
She moved her hands up slowly, from where they had been resting on his shoulders. They tangled in his dark blonde hair tentatively, still cautious about what she was doing. He smiled as he looked up at her. He pressed his lips against hers again. She relaxed again, all the more aware that she would fall on her face if the wall hadn't been supporting her. The kisses became more tense and he gently touched his tongue against her lips and she parted them. They continued for several moments until she felt his hands move upward slowly. "Fiyero stop. Stop."
He obeyed her wish, taking a half step back, dropping his hands to rest on her hips. "What's wrong? Did I do something or..?"
She flipped her hair off of her shoulders, trying to cool herself off. "No. Nothing's wrong. That's the problem. Things have just moved so quickly in the past few weeks." Elphaba blushed as she said it. "I don't want things to move too quickly. It's not that I don't want... It's just I.." She shook her head, too embarrassed to finish.
"You're nervous?" He tried to supply.
She made a face. "It's not you." He lowered his arms to let her go, and she walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. "It's... Fiyero, we aren't even dating. Hell, you're still dating my only friend!" There, she said it. The words seemed ugly once they were spoken outloud. But all the same they were true.
He made a face. He knew it was true, but he didn't like thinking about it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for-"
She cut him off with a hand. "It's not your fault. Or it's my fault as much as it's yours." They looked at each other guiltily for a long moment.
Things had started off innocently enough. Fiyero had came to her once he had heard of the news that she would be meeting the Wizard. He told himself he had intended to simply talk to her and congratulate her on the accomplishment. She had been glowing with pride...
"Thank you. I mean that," she said, her eyes shining with well deserved pride. "You're more than I thought you were when I first met you. You aren't just Dancing Through Life, Fiyero. You're more than that."
He raised a hand to protest. "Elphie, I-"
"No. You really are. I can't understand why you insist on pretending you're some Brainless Playboy."
He grinned. "Who says I'm not?"
"Me. Fiyero, I've seen you really thinking before. You care more than you want anyone else to think. But I saw. The day with the Lion Cub. You won't convince me you don't care."
"I don't understand how you can think of whether or not I care about things when you should be thinking about meeting the Wizard."
"I think about you a lot." Her hand flew to her mouth. From her horrified expression, he knew she had not meant to actually say that out loud. "I mean I think about that day a lot!"
He took a deep breath. It was now or never. "No, Elphie. Don't. I think about you too. More than a lot." He took a cautious step toward her and watched her face to gauge her reaction. Based on some gut instinct, he leaned close, letting his lips touch hers...
The two of them had grown closer and closer, quicker and quicker. He knew something had to change. He knew he either had to stop seeing Elphaba like this, or break up with Galinda. He didn't want to hurt his girlfriend, but he was completely addicted to Elphaba. "I'm sorry." He sat down beside her on the bed, and took one of her hands in his. "I didn't mean for this to be awkward for you. I didn't mean for this to happen." At the somewhat hurt expression on her face, he quickly added, "But I don't regret it at all." He lightly touched her cheek, raising her chin so she looked him in the eyes. "And I don't want it to be over. I want to be with you."
She leaned away from him. "But what about Galinda?"
"I'll end things with her the next time I see her. Tomorrow, after classes." With a bit of daring, he leaned over to press a kiss against her brow. "And then we can do things the right way. I want to be with you."
She took a deep breath and looked down. He nervously played with her fingers. Eventually, she looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Is it that simple? We can just be together? I want to be with you, and you want to be with me?"
He nodded and her eyes brightened. "Of course." He opened his arms back up to her and she curled back up in them, kissing softly, guilt evaporating. Everything would be perfect.
Wouldn't it?